The Male Supporting Roles Who Are Lonely and Old All the Time

Ever since the emperor learned that he could live a long life, his mentality has completely changed! Watching the officials and the palace jumping up and down during the day is no longer in a hurry, and there is no need to hurry up to visit the concubine at night.

There is always a feeling that everyone in the world is drunk and I am alone, sitting on the clouds and watching the clown jumping vigorously.

No worries, the emperor's way of dealing with things was more straightforward, and he directly ordered Cheng Wang's mansion to be scolded, probably for disrespect, without specific charges, not only that, but also took the position that the prince's son had so hard to find, directly Shave your head bald and go home for dinner.

Cheng Wang's mansion was stunned when it suddenly received the order.

Especially Cheng Wang, who didn't know what to do, he didn't do anything during this time! !

Prince Cheng was shocked and angry, it must be that woman Jiang Yueming!

"Father, I think it's because the big brother acted too much and angered His Majesty!" Cheng Wangshizi's successor brother began to sow discord, and said, "The girl from the Pingyang Houfu offended the eldest princess of Xiangyang, and the eldest princess of Xiangyang The rumors have been released to prevent people from the Pingyang Marquis Mansion from coming to the door, and the elder brother is still helping that Song Qile everywhere, isn't this a blatant slap in the face of the eldest princess of Xiangyang? The emperor has always loved his younger sister, so of course he wants to show it."

Outsiders don't know that the person behind Song Qile is Cheng Wangfu, how can they not know? The quota of Guozijian is not a simple matter.

When King Cheng heard the words, he also felt that it was reasonable, otherwise he had not been able to keep his peace during this time, how could he have provoked the emperor's anger.

King Cheng looked at his eldest son, and reprimanded: "Then Song Qile, stop it quickly."

Cheng Wang's son knew that the emperor would make an order, and it was more likely that Jiang Yueming was cheating on him, and it had nothing to do with Song Qile.

But Cheng Wang's son didn't want to share the secret with the eccentric Cheng Wang and his stepbrother, so he bowed his head and confessed the crime.

Therefore, Song Qile, who hadn't been proud for a few days, was beaten back to her original shape, the newly opened rouge shop closed down, and her younger brother also packed up from the Imperial College and went home.

This turn of events made the other houses in the Pingyang Hou Mansion gloated and made trouble one after another.

Song Minle was the first to bear the brunt of it, and ran to Song Qile's yard to show off his power: "Sister, who did you accept the post today? Can you open my sister's eyes? By the way, why did the elder brother come back from the Imperial College? Could it be that the Imperial College is on vacation?"

Song Qile's face darkened, she didn't bother to deal with Song Minle, and directly threw him out of the yard.

Afterwards, he wandered around Chengwang's mansion for a few days, asking Chengwang's son for an explanation.

Prince Cheng took time to meet her, and said, "Jiang Yueming is no ordinary woman, even I have been kidnapped from my post, and I can't protect myself."

Song Qile knew about Chengwang's mansion being reprimanded, or the whole of Shangjing knew that the imperial decree was simply the number one IP in Shangjing. Those who intend to take refuge in Chengwang's mansion turned their bows one after another and continued to wait and see.

It can be said that an imperial decree dispersed half of the forces secretly operating in Chengwang Mansion.

Song Qile found it inconceivable: "She is a woman who dares to be so arrogant after being caught?"

Cheng Wangfu was punished, so she was also implicated. Song Qile was furious, and said bluntly: "In this case, why didn't the son directly reveal her identity?"

Prince Cheng glanced at the furious Song Qile, and warned: "I have my own plans, don't make claims on my own, if my good deed is ruined..."

Jiang Yueming, a seventh-rank official, can make the emperor reprimand Cheng Wangfu. Although Cheng Wang's son is angry that Jiang Yueming doesn't know how to flatter her, he sees the great value in her, and it's a pity to ruin her. On the contrary, as long as Jiang Yueming can be attached, Why don't you worry about it. This time he was too anxious, he pushed people into a hurry, and he had to take it slow.

Thinking of this, Prince Cheng gave Song Qile a warning look, and said coldly: "Don't provoke her, do you hear me?"

Song Qile was stunned by his indifferent eyes, she could only suppress the anger in her heart, lowered her eyes and said obediently: "Your Majesty, don't worry."

Prince Cheng was satisfied: "As for your matter, let's look at it later."

After saying that he was done, Prince Wang shook his sleeves and left, walking in a hurry.

Song Qile stood where she was, with a look of sarcasm in her eyes, and dismissed her with one sentence.

It seems that it is better to rely on oneself than to rely on others.

She turned and left, looking for another way out.

On the other hand, because of the risk of being exposed at any time, Jiang Yueming broke his cans and stopped wandering the streets looking for prostitutes.

He Dongchen saw Jiang Yueming's footsteps became brisk again, and couldn't help teasing: "Is there a happy event at Editor Jiang's family?"

Jiang Yueming shook his head, looked at the high palace wall, pretended to have a vicissitudes of life and said: "There is no happy event, you know me, marriage is not just to delay other girls."

He Dongchen used his fan to cover the corners of his mouth, and said meaningfully: "It's really delaying the girl."

Jiang Yueming always felt that He Dongchen's attitude was a bit strange. Looking back, it might be a secret between men.

She is a woman and doesn't understand.

When autumn came, Shangjing began to be lively, envoys from various countries came to Beijing to offer tribute, caravans came after hearing the news, and the streets were full of people of all kinds, in an endless stream.

All nations came to congratulate, the emperor Longxin was very happy, and ordered a banquet to be held in the palace on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the noble officials and envoys were invited to gather together.

When He Dongchen saw the foreign envoys in strange costumes on the street, he suddenly thought of a plot in the original text.

In the original text, at the palace banquet, an envoy deliberately played tricks and came up with a difficult problem to ask for advice. Song Qile had a prophet in her previous life, who easily solved the problem, and she shined brilliantly, winning the emperor's award and her wealth doubled.

The problem is that the jade on the rotten street is threaded, the thin thread is tied to the ants, and honey is spread on the other end of the jade to attract the ants to pass through the winding jade.

He Dongchen touched his chin, and whispered a few words to his childhood.

Although he was puzzled when he was a child, he still went downstairs, casually walked up to a few envoys, and struck up a conversation with a pastry vendor.

"Do you know how to thread a thin thread through a hole in a stone?"

The vendor was busy with what he was doing, so he took it for granted, "Put the thread on the needle and pass it straight through."

"And what if the hole in the rock is curved?"

The vendor thought for a while and said hesitantly, "Find a soft tendon and poke it a few more times, maybe you can go through it."

"No, the method is actually very simple..." Childhood finished talking about the method of threading ants with a relaxed expression, and then walked away unhurriedly with the packaged pastries.

The vendor scratched his head, why did he tell him this?

Beside, the two envoys looked at each other, left with ugly faces, and hurried back to the residence.

Sure enough, Dingchao was full of talents, and anyone on the street could solve the problems they carefully found from ancient books.

No, they have to change quickly to avoid embarrassment at the palace banquet.

He Dongchen was on the second floor, watching them leave in a hurry, and slowly poured a glass of fine wine into his mouth, hiding his merit and fame.

Song Qile bullied Jiang Yueming, forcing everyone to say something that he couldn't do, so he naturally had to find a place for Brother Jiang.

The system was floating around, winking and saying: "Big brother, mind your own business."

He Dongchen raised his eyebrows: "I am willing."

After speaking, he raised his fan and sent the system flying.

System: ~^~

The palace banquet arrived as scheduled, and the scale was grand. Seventh-rank officials could enter the palace, and the whole family of those with titles, such as the Marquis of Pingyang.

He Dongchen followed the eldest princess of Xiangyang into the palace, and was watched by passers-by all the way, all the officials were courteous, and the guard of honor went straight into the palace gate without stopping to check.

Others looked envious.

Jiang Yueming, together with his colleagues from the Imperial Academy, watched the familiar carriage enter the palace.

Just as she was about to move on, a guard suddenly approached her and clasped her fists: "Master Jiang, my master is affectionate."

Several colleagues looked at each other in blank dismay, and moved two steps calmly. The guard's saber looked like the family crest of Prince Cheng's Mansion.

Jiang Yueming frowned, feeling impatient, and just ignored him, leaving him alone.

The guards were in a dilemma, the one at the gate of the palace didn't look good, so they could only leave in despair.

Prince Cheng's face changed slightly when he heard that he was rejected. This woman is really hard-nosed, and it's very difficult to deal with.

At the same time, Song Qile, who was in the back row, was excited, and sat in the carriage tightly clutching her handkerchief. She had already hurriedly married into the royal family at the palace banquet in her previous life, and she was not eligible to enter the palace. The minister made things difficult, Jiang Yueming solved the problem, the emperor was overjoyed, and rewarded a large amount of gold, silver and jewels. Within a few days, Jiang Yueming was promoted to two levels, and many people were envious.

This time, she must be ahead of Jiang Yueming and shine brightly. She doesn't want to be promoted and get rich. As long as the emperor rewards her a few words, others will not dare to underestimate her.

Song Qile's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help opening the curtain to look at the street, but was stopped by her stepmother Liu who was staring at her: "Pay attention to the rules! Don't be ashamed!"

Ever since her daughter was cheated and had to marry her natal nephew, Liu shi hated Song Qile to the bone, but unfortunately she was not slippery, and couldn't grasp the handle to kill her.

Song Qile heard the words, and lightly lowered the curtain, too lazy to talk nonsense.

At the end of the day, everyone took their positions, the emperor finally entered the arena, raised his glass and said some scene words, and the palace banquet officially started.

Because of the large number of people, the banquet was divided into inner hall, middle hall and outer hall. The list of inner halls was hand-picked by the emperor, and they were all favored concubines, important ministers, princes, princesses of Xiangyang and He Dongchen.

Envoys from various countries and families of dukes were arranged in the middle hall, and middle and lower-level officials were arranged in the outer hall. For example, Jiang Yueming, a seventh-rank official, almost sat by the door. When the wind blew, the dishes were cold. The wind made my legs chilly, and several layers of clothes couldn't stop it.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yueming had her menstrual period today, and her body became stiff after sitting for a while, and her lips turned pale. Jiang Yueming exhaled and diverted his attention. The hall was spacious, and he could see the movement inside, but he couldn't see the faces clearly.

Jiang Yueming glanced at the inner hall, and almost immediately locked on to He Dongchen who was wearing a crescent white robe. The other party was sitting on the seat, shaking his fan leisurely, raising a glass and drinking from time to time, in a suave manner, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

For some reason, Jiang Yueming lost his mind.

The bystanders suddenly looked sour and said: "Editor Jiang is blessed with a holy favor, why is he still sitting with us in the outer hall to blow the wind?"

Jiang Yueming came back to his senses, and said indifferently: "Why don't you ask the emperor for me?"

When the man choked, he never saw the emperor once in a year, and he dared to ask questions.

At this moment, two eunuchs came over carrying a small screen, and said eagerly to Jiang Yueming: "Editor Jiang, this is the screen that Duke Fufeng asked us to bring here.

After speaking, he put the small screen in front of Jiang Yueming's table, which was a little longer than the table top, just blocking the dishes.

Jiang Yueming felt that his air-leaky legs instantly warmed up, and a smile appeared on his face, which made people dazzled.

She smiled and said: "Thank you to Fufeng County Lord for me."

The little **** nodded in yes, and left lightly.

The person next to him looked at the screen and felt sore.

Jiang Yueming looked into the hall, and happened to meet He Dongchen's eyes, and the two toasted from a distance, and drank it down in one gulp.

The hall has been singing and dancing, and it is peaceful.

When the atmosphere was harmonious, the envoy from the country suddenly came to the center and raised his voice: "Dingguo is full of talented people. I have an eternal problem here. Can I ask for advice?"

The corners of the mouth of the smiling emperor sank slightly, his heart was unlucky.

All these years, he has been eager to sneak out of the country, and now he is provoking him at the palace banquet.

At this moment, the hall became quiet, and everyone held their breath, secretly looking at the emperor's face.

Song Qile, who was sitting in the back row of the nave, straightened her clothes, her chest was throbbing, and she was ready to get up at any time, lest Jiang Yueming take the opportunity.

"What do you think the emperor thinks?"

The emperor suddenly laughed loudly: "Why not, just tell me." After speaking, he glanced at the officials gloomily, and if he can't answer and embarrass him, then prepare to meet his wrath.

A hint of success flashed in the eyes of the messenger who slipped away from the country, and he raised his hand to ask someone to carry two big logs, and said loudly: "This log was originally one piece, but now it is sawed into two pieces and cut into the same size. Now I want to know, the two pieces Wood, who is the head and who is the twig?"

After the words fell, many people frowned, staring at the two pieces of wood with the same thickness, thinner and shorter lengths. They were exactly the same, who knew who was the head and who was the tail? Even the person who planed it doesn't remember, right?

When everyone was thinking, Song Qile, who had already half stood up, turned pale and was on the verge of falling. She was pulled by Mrs. Wu next to her and sat back down heavily.

"What are you doing? Don't cause trouble!" Mrs. Liu warned in a low voice, this is a palace banquet, don't get her involved. When the emperor blamed him, he didn't care if it was his stepmother.

Song Qile's thoughts were confused, how could this happen, it's obviously not the problem, why did it happen, could it be that God can't see her getting better?

Needle drop could be heard in the hall, the emissary who fled the country was elated, the emperor's face became more and more stinky, and he said with a smirk: "What do you think?"

The civil and military officials were sweating profusely and lowered their heads for fear of meeting the emperor's gaze.

He Dongchen watched from the sidelines for a while, saw no one answered, and was about to get up, when suddenly a clear voice came from the outer hall: "The humble minister can be solved."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to the outer hall with eager eyes.

When the emperor saw that it was Editor Jiang, he was overjoyed and asked people to come forward to answer questions.

Jiang Yueming left the seat, walked towards the inner hall step by step under the eyes of everyone, passed Song Qile who was embarrassed, and stood beside the envoy of the country.

Dressed in a blue official robe, with a jade-like crown, standing next to the hunky-backed yo-yo envoy, it is so seductive.

The envoy from the country took a critical look at Jiang Yueming, and said in a rough voice, "What is the solution? Don't fool me."

Jiang Yueming did not answer, and asked the emperor for instructions: "Can someone prepare a water tank full of water."

The emperor waved his hand: "Yun."

Soon, several guards carried a large tank into the hall.

Jiang Yueming asked the guards to help again, and threw two logs as thick as buckets into the tank, with a few splashes and splashes of water.

After the water calmed down, two logs floated on top.

"Everyone, please take a look." Jiang Yueming pointed to the water tank, "There are two logs floating on the water, one end is light and the other end is heavy, the light one is the tip, and the heavy one is the root."

Everyone thought about it, the heavy two ends must not be broken.

Jiang Yueming said again: "Let's look at the two pieces of wood, the lighter end is different, so it can be speculated that the lighter end is the tip."

In this way, the two pieces of wood are put together.

Everyone suddenly realized.

The envoy who slipped away from the country was not reconciled, and said nonsense: "You say it is? Maybe my wood is different from others, because the root is light and the tip is heavy? The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone despised him.

Jiang Yueming had never seen such a shameless person.

He Dongchen laughed softly: "Even if the root is light and the shoot is heavy, the same reason can be proved."

As he said that, he got up, walked slowly towards the water tank, glanced casually, and pointed to the subtle codes on the two logs: "It's really impossible, isn't there a code you made yourself?"

The envoy who fled the country was dumbfounded, such a small and small code was seen! What look!

The envoy who fled the country hugged the wood, and retreated despondently under the contemptuous eyes of everyone.

The emperor Longxin was overjoyed, and he rewarded Jiang Yueming and He Dongchen, and asked someone to add a table in the inner hall for Jiang Yueming to sit on.

Jiang Yueming was a rank seven official, sitting among a group of super princes and first and second rank officials, he stood out from the crowd.

Originally laughing at her colleague sitting in the outer hall, she completely lost her voice.

He Dongchen raised his glass to Jiang Yueming. Just now, he was separated by a whole hall, but now he is close to him.

Song Qile gritted her teeth watching from behind, it was Jiang Yueming again! Because she is a woman, she has to spend all her time planning the marriage, but Jiang Yueming can enter the court and compete with men for glory.